Legacy Of The Extra-Chapter 51: Frostcove Maze(4)

"You thought I was out of mana," I let out a small chuckle, tapping onto my storage ring and pulling out another sword. "But, I was just caught off guard by that explosion."

I pulled my blade back, amethyst lightning violently crackling around it. I focused on my breathing and the mana flowing through the circuits. My eyes lit up with amethyst colour as the final thing I saw was the knight trying his hardest to pull out the sword.

[Thorvian's Descent]

The whole area flashed with purple light, and the lightning that crackled went silent. The sword fell from my hands onto the ice floor with a metallic sound.

Half of my face was covered with cold frost, and I could not feel the right side of my face. My right eye was hurting with sharp pain as if someone had poked it with a needle.

My body felt heavy as if thousands of pounds had settled on my shoulders. My legs felt like lead, my arms dripping with blood from the cuts of the lances.

The adrenaline was wearing off, and the pain was taking over my body, making it hard for me to move.

My gaze shifted towards the knight. A purple line appeared at his neck joint making a cursed smile run along my lips.

I had won.

"Fuck you," I mumbled, falling to the ice floor. My back felt the sharp cold of the ice, making me wince, but it's fine.

I can rest for sometime.

Thud!

A sickening thud jerked me up. I lifted my head to see that the knight's head had fallen onto the floor. Its headless body still stood, his arms wrapped around the hilt of the blade. His shield was equipped in his left hand.

The knight's arms relaxed, letting go of the sword. His body arched backwards as if he were looking at the sky, and then he turned towards me.

"What the fuck?!" I stood up from the floor, my arms raising instinctively.

He slowly walked forward, his arms hanging loosely. His body swaying with each step. No blood dripped from the severed joint; only cold air escaped.

"Can't you just die?!" I blurted, my body was in no shape for combat, and my potions were in the storage ring. If he rushed me now, I would die.

My fists tightened as he slowly approached me, my nails biting into my palms. My entire being trembled at the spot. My gaze locked onto the knight's body.

But then. He stopped.

He turned away from me and walked towards his left. My eyes widened at the sudden change, my eyes drifting to where he was headed.

The Draugr Mage?

The knight ignored everything else, even me, and headed for the mage's remains. Its body was covered by the explosion of ice. A puncture in his ribs that was done by me.

I stumbled towards the knight, who had reached the mage's body. He knelt down slowly as if saying a rite of passage to the cursed soul I killed.

Its hands extended forward, feeling the mage's remains, then, to my shock, it grabbed its body, enclosing it within its arms. Hugging it as tightly as possible as if it was someone important to him.

Someone it did not want to let go.

"What?" I did not believe what my eyes were seeing. I stumbled closer, looking at the two of them. "This never happened in the game..." I mumbled. Their bodies—No, remains locked together in a small embrace.

The knight's hands shook as if he were scared of something. No, scared is not the right word, as if something was overwhelming him, his soul. Which did not look like fear.

It looked like grief.

Then his hands stilled around the mage's carcass. His headless spine leaned forward. He was gone, leaving only their cold bodies tangled together.

I extended my hand forward to see if the knight was still alive.

[Don't] Dante interrupted me. [Let them be, they've earned their rest.]

He was not like his usual self—cheeky, snappy. No, Dante sounded sombre as if he felt bad for the two before me. As if he understood what had happened to the two Draugrs.

Do you know something, Dante?

[No,] His tone smoothened, [But I understood.]

My brows furrowed. What do you mean?

[These draugrs... they are—used to be normal people and they loved each other.]

It all made sense now...

The knight's wrath when the mage died first, or the mage's spell bombs when the knight was under attack.

These are not just some monsters.

My hands trembled, my lips pressed in a thin line. I fell on my knees, my body lost all the strength that I mustered to walk over here.

"What the hell?" I leaned my head backwards, looking at the cold ceiling that loomed over me. "Wasn't this supposed to be a game world? Weren't these monsters supposed to be only Exp points?"

I was reminded all the time that this was not a game anymore that revolved around Raiden. No, this world is filled with people who have their own life, their own dreams.

They have stories that were never told, just like me—Noah Von Blitzfeld. And... just like these two undead in front of me.

The game never explored them. They were not integral to the story—they were monsters to be slain. To be killed for levelling the protagonist up.

My chest ached with a feeling... I never understood.

I hate it—I hate looking at the two before me, embracing their end together. They looked peaceful while I was in a turmoil of survival.

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Was it jealousy that I felt?

Or was it loneliness?

I don't know...

I stood up on my feet, tapping on my storage ring. The warp formed above it, allowing me to take out three vials of different coloured liquids—One red, one dark green and another one was a light blue.

One by one, I opened the lid of each vial, chugging them down. The cuts on my skin disappeared along with the sharp pain that marked my face. The frost melted, turning into droplets of water.

My body felt light, my vigour returning to me. And when I gulped down the blue liquid, mana surged through my circuits. A warm feeling ran through my whole body—The pain was gone, my stamina had returned, and my mana was restored.

I turned my head towards the huge door that had ice crystal patterns carved on it. It is time that I do what I came here for.

[What are you doing?] Dante asked.

I am going to challenge the boss on the fifth floor.

[But you just fought these two...]

It does not matter, I can't let my emotions cloud my objectives. Those two are not important to me. What matters is my goal.

I slightly glanced over my shoulder towards the two draugrs that held themselves.

"Requiescat In Pace..."